My tongue is blue
My gums are red
and I can't seem to remember
Just what I said
I know it seems fishy
and just a bit strange
But the way that I feel
Is starting to change
I'm not so depressed
not quite as down
But I still have a tendency
to cry when you frown
I've got some change in my hand
and a dollar in my purse
to buy a way to find out
just what is worse
to live without love
or to love without life?
to try to cut through pain
without any knife?
it's a game that we play
with ourselves and it's true
we trick ourselves into doing
what we just can't undo.
We may know what will happen
we may know how it ends
But that doesn't stop us
from trying to bend
love is a puzzle?
so...
Life is a game?
Is that what is done
to retrieve a true name?
do we fight for the laughter
and laugh for the fight?
To we love what we're after
But cry every night?
As people, we're flawed
We know this is true
but what is a flow
without some real proof?
don't let them see
the sweat on your brow
just go to the stage,
and take a long bow
they won't ever know
how ashamed you are
all they will know
is you've lasted thus far
it's all up to you now
go take center stage
they all want to see
just how much you've changed.
